. happy

How do you know you’re happy? Truely happy? And not just pleased with a situation or satisfied with a result?“ I asked.
He thought of his answer for a moment and a shy smile was tugging on the corners of his lips, "When you aren’t living for the week ends any longer, when a Tuesday feels just as worthy as a Saturday and when you fall asleep easily on a Sunday night, that’s when you know it’s permanent.
—  // excerpt from a story I’ll never write